21 Saturday 4 August, 10.05pm.
For the first time since my arrest, I’m starting to feel at least slightly hopeful.
‘As I see it,’ Brian says, ‘the evidence is starting to look pretty overwhelming on face value. And this is where certain laws of logic start to come into play. Are you familiar with confirmation bias?’
I shake my head.
‘As human beings, we’re conditioned to look for patterns. We have our preexisting and predetermined beliefs, and we seek information that confirms those biases. It’s something the police have to be extremely careful about. The surer and surer they are that you’re guilty, the more they’ll interpret evidence as being an assumption of that guilt, and will tend to overlook anything which might be evidence of your innocence.’
‘Right,’ I say. I think I’m startin
